“Perfect timing,” she said with a smile. She was as slight as her son was round; he’d inherited his size from his late father. “Your mother said Cat was on her way, so I thought I’d slip out and get something to eat.”
“How is Marco?” Cat asked.
Sophia’s smile didn’t exactly fade; it only grew tight, the strain more evident in the shadows around her dark eyes. “The same,” she replied. “They’re going to do a CAT scan later this afternoon. But at least his condition hasn’t deteriorated, either. He’s holding steady. But then, he always was a healthy boy.”
Her voice caught on that last word — clearly he was still her little boy, no matter that he was a grown man in his mid-twenties. “Well, that’s something,” Rafe said, wishing he had something more encouraging to tell her. Problem was, he co
